William Shakespeare Quotes
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Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.
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His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
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What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry
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When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
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Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
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Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
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How low am I, thou painted maypole?
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What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
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Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
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A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
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If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
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And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
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Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit; All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.
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Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
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Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
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How my achievements mock me!
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We see which way the stream of time doth run.
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
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Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
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A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.